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... SLEEP . RICHELIEU'S VINDICATION . SCENE FROM HAMLET . SCENE FROM KING HENRY IV . Bret Harte . Longfellow . W. C. Bryant . 22 276 • • 204 Elizabeth Akers Allen 269 Bulwer - Lytton . • 47 Shakespeare . Shakespeare . • • · 236 342 SCENES ...
... SLEEP . RICHELIEU'S VINDICATION . SCENE FROM HAMLET . SCENE FROM KING HENRY IV . Bret Harte . Longfellow . W. C. Bryant . 22 276 • • 204 Elizabeth Akers Allen 269 Bulwer - Lytton . • 47 Shakespeare . Shakespeare . • • · 236 342 SCENES ...
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... sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and withered murder Alarumed by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , Towards his design Moves like a ghost . — Thou sure and firm ...
... sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and withered murder Alarumed by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , Towards his design Moves like a ghost . — Thou sure and firm ...
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... many a long - gone year . Over yonder Missis sleeping , No one tends her grave like me ; Mebbe she would miss the flowers She used to love in Tennessee . - " ' Pears like she was watching , Massa , ADVANCED READINGS AND RECITATIONS . 13.
... many a long - gone year . Over yonder Missis sleeping , No one tends her grave like me ; Mebbe she would miss the flowers She used to love in Tennessee . - " ' Pears like she was watching , Massa , ADVANCED READINGS AND RECITATIONS . 13.
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... sleep sometimes , the wild deer must rest , An ' treachery prey on the blood iv the best ; Afther many a brave action of power and pride , An ' many a hard night on the mountain's bleak side , An ' a thousand great dangers and toils ...
... sleep sometimes , the wild deer must rest , An ' treachery prey on the blood iv the best ; Afther many a brave action of power and pride , An ' many a hard night on the mountain's bleak side , An ' a thousand great dangers and toils ...
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... sleep in their country's tomb , but that fate is not decreed to those who now tread where the wigwam stood and the council - fire blazed . American glory has but just dawned . JOHN LOFFLAnd . TO A SKYLARK . HAII . to thee , blithe ...
... sleep in their country's tomb , but that fate is not decreed to those who now tread where the wigwam stood and the council - fire blazed . American glory has but just dawned . JOHN LOFFLAnd . TO A SKYLARK . HAII . to thee , blithe ...
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Страница xxvii - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Страница 31 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Страница 243 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Страница 106 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Страница 442 - s dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Страница 327 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Страница 104 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 77 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. » In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ; Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! /!Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind...
Страница 241 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Страница 72 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...